POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Saturday, January 21, 2012
GREENER
I’m jealous of the bartender’s book – dog eared and full of tricks. Sometimes I wake up in the night, adrenaline ankles, huge nightmare surge. Or admire, anyone. Teenage legs on the old horse body. Babies making messes.
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